"Impeccably. But that does not mean the sums are faultless. It's--"

Her fingers fluttered. Baelish had been Master of Coin for the whole kingdom and had committed such tricks in his time! And then there had been her Lord Husband, pouring over the books in the wee hours of the morning instead of sleeping in their marriage bed. Oh, she could have kissed those weighty volumes.

"It's likely work I needn't watch so carefully. If a mistake is made, I won't be the one to recognize it."

She needed a Steward. A proper one. Someone who could stamp her influence upon the city in defiance of traditions already existent.